"Young Master, I never knew you had such an indigenous plan for the old arena," the chubby manager said with a flattering smile.
Last time Mo Jian came to purchase the old arena, he had thought he would use it for something shady. But he was wrong.
Not only did he use it for something legitimate, he transformed the old arena into a beautiful stadium that many people couldn't stop talking about.
Mo Jian offered only a noncommittal smile as he slowly sipped the spirit tea. Beside him, Broken Blade did not touch the tea; he stared intently at the chubby manager.
Under Broken Blade's piercing gaze, the manager was not intimidated and could only cough twice.
"So, Young Master, which properties do you want to buy this time around?" he asked with a serious expression.
Now that they were discussing business, his previous fawning smile had vanished. With the moment right, Mo Jian set his tea cup down and sat up straighter.
"Are the two arenas still free?" Mo Jian asked.
